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Jun 2019
It’s the end of time.
So, I got a month  
to employ
all the toys
you enjoy.

There will be
no guarantee
for a future
society.

So, I take it
one day
at a time
while you
stray
I still find
a bit of fun.

All the work
that you did
for the things
that you get
doesn’t
really mean
****
in the end.

So,
I smile
while I can,
I know
you don’t
understand
but I only get
this one chance
to live.
Graff1980
Written by
Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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